Chapter 606
Chapter 606:
If they wanted it to work, they’d have to come back to her.
Sure enough, an hour later, Marc’s brown dress shoes stopped in front of her.
“You win,” he said, exasperated. “Even Nikolai couldn’t get the system to sync.”
Stella smirked. “Told you. My tech? Only I can make it work.”
Back when she handed over the patent, Stella had trusted Marc completely—enough to leave the code unlocked, free for his team to optimize however they wanted.
But now? If she wasn’t the one behind the wheel, the system wouldn’t budge.
With no other option, Marc let her back in.
But not without backup—Nikolai stood beside her like a watchdog, ready to step in at the first sign of trouble.
Stella didn’t even blink.
She sat at Marc’s main terminal and started typing, line after line of complex code rolling across the screen.
Marc could only catch snippets. Most of it flew over his head. But he didn’t miss the look of admiration slowly growing on Nikolai’s face.
Ten minutes later, Stella finished the sync code. But instead of running it, she turned to Marc and said casually, “You press it yourself.”
Marc’s brow furrowed. “What are you plotting now?”
Stella gave a lazy shrug. “Nothing. I just don’t want you blaming me when something goes wrong. If I press that button, you’ll probably turn around and say it was all my fault. If you’re not gonna press it, I’ll just unplug my USB and leave.”
She made a move to stand, and Marc, caught off guard, quickly said, “Sit down. I’ll press it myself!”
He shot a glance at Nikolai. “Nikolai, the program she wrote—any issues?”
Nikolai gave a shake of his head. “I checked every detail. It’s clean.”
With that confirmation, Marc finally relaxed a bit.
But just as he reached for the keyboard, Stella whipped out her phone and started recording him.
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Marc hesitated for half a second. Then his finger hit the Enter key. The lights went out. The whole Walsh Group was instantly plunged into darkness.
Marc froze, eyes wide. “Stel… why’d the power just go out?”
Stella slid her phone back into her pocket, stood up slowly, and clapped her hands. “Gotta hand it to you—you’re pretty cautious. But I still win.”
Marc stared at her, unease crawling up his spine. “What the hell do you mean?”
“It’s simple,” Stella said, her tone casual. “The whole company’s without power now. If you try to reboot in a panic, you’ll wipe everything—every bit of Walsh Group’s data—clean. You want to try and see?”
Marc stood there, stunned. His pulse spiked. The company’s database held everything—confidential projects, legal documents, records from years back. If that all disappeared, it’d be catastrophic.
“What do you want?” he asked.
He glared at her before turning to Nikolai, eyes flashing. “Didn’t you say everything was fine?!”
Nikolai looked just as shocked. His brows furrowed. “There really weren’t any issues when I checked. If you don’t believe me, that’s your call.”
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